Durin hadn't really been paying attention to the going ons around him. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and the gaping, bleeding hole in his chest was starting to hurt like a bitch and his mind felt like it had been overstuffed like a pillow made by a child with too many feathers at his disposal. He was also pretty sure that the blood loss was beginning to make him dizzy, but that could just as easily be dehydration. But he still probably had some time before it would do any more lasting damage than there already was. Suddenly his eyes focused (he could have sworn they weren't unfocused just a second ago) and he realized the gnome looked like she was about to draw her blade. Was she going to attack him? Were there more skeletons?

Durin turns around, ready to smash a skeleton (or backstabbing gnome) in the face, using his shield arm as a blunt weapon. It was then that he noticed that there were more people he didn't notice before, most importantly a third girl that was dressed like a harlot with knives strapped on and a man in light armor. What were they talking about? Something about a demon? Did that Icicle shooting bastard come back? No, the whore was hostile towards the armored man. Not really comprehending anything going on, Durin drops his helmet and stops applying pressure to his wound, dropping his center of gravity in a battle stance. He wouldn't be sneak attacked by any damned skeletons.

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